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“L'ammirare esteticamente il talento in ogni sua forma porta irresistibilmente ad analizzare se stessi, per vedere se nel proprio fisico ancora misterioso o nell'anima ancora semisvelata non vi sia traccia o possibilità di quella sublime essenza.”

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Book:The World of Yesterday
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The World of Yesterday

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Stefan Zweig
Stefan Zweig

Stefan Zweig, born on November 28, 1881 in Vienna, was an Austrian novelist, playwright, and biographer. Known for his profound psychological insights and unique narrative style, he is a significant figure in European literature at the beginning of the 20th century. more

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